Hey brown snooker, you know my name No need to front if the thoughts the same
I got one night in town, don't play no game Let's get it on, no need to shame
Hey brown snooker, you know my name No need to front if the thoughts the same
I got one night in town, don't play no game Let's get it on, no need to shame
The X is like a monument, I'm old New York I hope you know where I'm coming from
You got to take some, and then you leave some Good food, shoes and clothes
Stay away from the nasty hoes Your old pops, he don't like my style
He resorts to calling names as long as names ain't names and no games
I resist the urge to blast his old ass to flames A long hot summer with no contract
120 blocks, break and open that pack Your old model nailed down, ripped the bottle
That's over near the store with the reinforced door And the breakaway floor, pit bull named Thor
For real Slim, for real, cause I can't stress no ass Cause it's one where you came from
Just like the same one that was there yesterday, today, tomorrow
Assembly car lines line him up from behind Sick that ass like a cactus, react to this dick
Helmet wrap tight, sees no daylight I wrote two plots, and that's a must
Puts me knocking off shorty here with the rawness A year too late, I got the hit
And I ain't got long to live, and I ain't got long to live
Good lovin', food and clothes Stay away from the nasty hoes
Good lovin', food and clothes Stay away from the nasty hoes
Live and let live, niggas Live and let live
Welcome to the world of fades Is what she wrote on the mirror with the red lipstick
Before I woke, who would ever think that this would happen to me
Bitch hit me off with HIV, purposely
Met her at the club, think it was the cocoa Scoping out a thousand, sizing up a chocha
Seductive red dress, looking nearly various
What's your name, miss? 69
Nice alias, next thing you know
Face up the asshole, tongue on the click
Chick screaming, I've had ya
Didn't have a taste of what the bush was calling me
Think that I should lace up? Nah, it's much safer orally
The moral to this story is the monster's all around
So bodyguards watch to see that you can catch it going downtown
Practice safe sex, never flex, unprotected
I ain't really got AIDS, it's just a motherfucking record
Hey brown sugar, you know my name
No need to front if the thought's the same
I got 190 pounds, don't play no games
Let's get it on, no need for shame
Hey brown sugar, you know my name
It's no need to front if the thought's the same
I got 190 pounds, don't play no games
Let's get it on, no need for shame
